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Dagan Iman.
“My fingers aren’t skinny,” he said. Dagan had no issue with it, he supposed his fingers were more slender in some aspects. They had plenty of callouses though, his hands were far from smooth. Piano playing? That seemed laughable. “Yeah, yeah,” he said as the other teased him. “It’s never… It’s never felt important, no offense. Like the hero shit. But now it’s kinda real. Really real.” He shrugged, Dagan wouldn’t say it, but a worry had begun to form. Ronan was messing with heavy things, people who didn’t like him. He didn’t know what he would do if someone figured the other man out. Dagan liked his friend, he didn’t need anything to happen to him. “Just ‘cause I’m worried about the suit fitting and working doesn’t mean I’m a fucking mess in every way,” he assured the other. He smiled over at Ronan.
Silence filled the air for just a moment, making Dagan wonder how long thenother would keep this up. Forever, he supposed. I don’t want you to be a hero. I want you to be normal, so we can do normal things together. Like the pair had before. It wasn’t that he was disappointed by the other’s heroic status. It surely made their time together more fascinating, but it also led to anxiety on Dagan’s end. If the suit failed his friend, then it would be Dagan’s fault. He knew Ronan wouldn’t say it but Dagan knew it was the truth. I cant let anything happen to you, I’d never forgive myself.
Outside of his crafty abilities, Dagan had absolutely no power. “Are you just gonna keep that thing on or what?” He teased the other. Dagan risked another glance toward his friend. “Unless you’re on your way to go melt some fuckin’ idiot, you should probably take it off.” He was teasing the other now, nudging him. Dagan’s gaze lingered on Ronan fkr just a moment. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.
who knows
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